So, we knocked another one off.
2012. Might this be the year when I finally revert to pronouncing the year number in the pre-2000 way: twenty-twelve, rather than two-thousand-and-twelve? The time seems about right, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to kick what is now a decade-old habit.
We saw the new year in at our place with Bill. Now that we have all of our music digitised, we were able to sit on our sofas, each with a remote control, queuing up a rather eclectic music mix which played on until the not-so-small hours. Alcohol was most definitely involved.
Bill arrived here on Friday evening, which meant I missed out on Jen's family's annual Christmas bash. That's one I owe him. We decided to watch a movie. "How about a Bourne film?" I suggested. But we ended up opting for The Godfather Part II instead.
The following morning, Bill told Jen that I had suggested we watch a porn film. So I guess I don't owe him one after all.
Anyway, Happy New Year to one and all. I think it's going to be a good one.